on killing darlings

Hemingway
who I officially hate
said
"write drunk; edit sober."

And I hate him again.

Stupid man.fights
Stupid boy.
Stupid. Stupid.

And then Faulkner
supposedly said something
about "kill
your
darlings."

No.  I will not.
I cherish every moment.  The sweaty
sick flu virus
the diapers
the

stupid bits.

Cooking macaroni & cheese
and hot dogs
and pudding.

Those things.
Do not make room for deep
poetry.
But are,
in them their they
very selves:  Poems.